Boomtown

by Lani Lynn Vale

  While giving me my leather banded fossil watch she said “We are going to Deacon’s.”

  “What?” I shrilly said “why are we going there?”

  “That is where Max is going to be. So that is where I want to go. And I can’t go by myself, because I don’t want to be the only girl there with a bunch of guys.” She replied.

  “Just because your brother is going to be there, doesn’t mean that is the place we have to go. How about Shark’s?” I pleaded.

  “No, I want to go. And you promised. Plus I already did the kitchen, you can’t back out now.” She said.

  “Fine. Fucking fine.” I said, “But don’t expect me to be happy about it.”

  She of course didn’t know why I didn’t want to go there. Didn’t know that I had picked up a guy in the bar and had sex with him when I didn’t even know his name. That was where we always went. Sighing, I swiped on some mascara and some black eye liner and headed for the door.

  “You coming or what? Get your fat ass in gear. Unhook the trailer. Get a move on. Take the lead out.” I said sarcastically.

  “Go eat some Bon Bons, I’m not fat.” She popped back when she followed me out of the room.

  I said goodbye to my mom and locked the front door and closed it behind me. “Your car or mine?” I asked Ember.

  She looked at me and said “Yours.” Just like I knew she would. She got a kick out of setting off the car alarms, just as I did. I started the truck, and it growled to life. We both laughed when Mr. Yates came out the door and bleeped his car alarm back off.

  Deacon’s was in the same area as Free. My heartbeat sped up a little when we passed Free, the gate was closed tightly. Deacon’s was just a block away once we passed Free. We pulled into the parking lot and the first thing I spotted was the bike. It was his. It had to be. None of the other bikes made my heart lurch and my breathing pick up.

  I threw open the door, but failed to notice the dirt bike that was right beside my truck. The force that I threw the door open with made it slam into the dirt bike and tip it over. I just stared at it dumbly trying to figure out how the hell I just did that. I looked up as Ember rounded the corner, and we looked at each other and immediately started laughing.

  I heard a shout from the side of the building and saw a guy dressed in jeans and a cut off sleeveless t-shirt come barreling to us. Both Ember and I backed up towards the back of the truck all the while he called us names.

  “Bitches! What the fuck are you girls doing knocking over my bike?” He said as he stalked us.

  He staggered a little, and was obviously drunk. We were practically rounding the back of the truck again when I backed into something hard. I turned suddenly and found that I was staring into a t-shirt covered chest. I followed that chest up and my gaze slid past his neck, chin, and nose to stare into those odd copper eyes. But he wasn’t looking at me; he was staring at the douche bag that had been stalking us around the truck. He grabbed my arm and steered me around his back. I looked to my left and saw Max, who was also there, grabbing Ember’s arm and doing the same with her. Sam’s back was touching my chest, and I couldn’t help but push in a little bit and wiggle my hips against his as I looked over his shoulder to shoulder to see what was going on.

  His chest started vibrating when he spoke “Back off, she didn’t mean to.”

  “Bullshit. Those cunts purposefully did that.” He replied. He took out his pocket knife, opened it up and started gouging it into the side of poor Optimus. Sam went positively rigid and said “Stop” in a low furious voice. The guy immediately stopped and looked at him.

  At that I became unstuck and pushed back between Sam and Max. I got about three inches past them before a strong arm curled around my stomach and snatched me back into a hard chest. Just his arm being around me made me shiver. He wasn’t even touching anything important and I had a low ache in the center of my body that felt like nothing I have ever felt before. I inadvertently rubbed my ass against him, and he leaned down and whispered “Behave.”

  I don’t take orders very well, and I wasn’t going to start now.

  “Don’t call me a cunt you little cock sucker. I didn’t mean to, I was going to apologize and offer to pay for any damages. Now you can go suck it. You can’t prove shit.”

  “Calm down, Cheyenne.” Sam said.

  Fuck calm. I calmed down, but only on the outside, just so I could get him to think that I wasn’t going to do anything stupid. His arm loosened just enough for me to twist away when the little prick went to go for my truck again but Sam beat him to it. Before I could actually get away from him, I found my body pushed into Max’s arms and Sam was gone. He had the guy on the ground with a knee in his back before I could even blink. He also had the guy’s knife at his throat, and was speaking to him in a low tone that I couldn’t understand. Although, I didn’t really need to understand to know that whatever it was he was saying was scaring the shit out of the guy.

  I let out a deep sigh, turned in Max’s arms, and stomped off. Grabbing Ember’s arm as I passed her, I strolled into the bar, looking over my shoulder once or twice, or maybe three times to get another glimpse of Sam. I didn’t fail to notice that Sam was hard all over, even down lower. He was not a small man, and that turned me on so unbelievably that I was sure that anyone looking at me would know exactly how I was feeling.

  SAM

  “Listen up you little piece of shit. If I ever see you threatening a woman like that again, I’ll castrate you with your little pocket knife here. Do you understand me?” I asked as I kneeled a little harder, grinding my knee a bit into his testicles.

  “Yes s-sir.” He gasped out

  “Good, glad we have that clear.” I said, punching him in the nose hard enough for his nose to crunch. He was out cold.

  Walking back inside with Max he asked me, “What the hell was that?”

  “What was what?” I asked back.

  “Nothing.” He gave up trying to make sense of it and went back to our booth at the back, across the room from the pool tables. Cheyenne was bent over one, with a cue stick held incorrectly, shaking her ass. She peered over her shoulder and looked directly into my eyes. A challenge. I accept.

  CHEYENNE

  “Two Coronas” I said to the bartender. He gave me a weird look, but none the less did what I asked. I paid, and strolled to the pool tables, never letting go of Ember. “Let’s do this shit” I said to her when we spotted an empty table.

  “Now, show me what the fuck to do.” I said snottily and grabbed a pool stick and swung around and stared at her expectantly.

  She was unfazed by my attitude and came up to me and talked quietly “He had you up against his chest! You should have seen your face. It was like you went all soft and dreamy. That was until that guy called us cunts and started screwing with your truck, then your eyes flashed and you got that crazy look like you always get when you are about to let your temper out.”

  I rolled my eyes and got the little triangle thing and placed it in the middle of the table. Putting four quarters into the machine, I pushed it in and then listened to the balls release and come down to pool at the opening next to where you put the quarters in. I grabbed the balls, put them into the little triangle, and motioned with my hand for her to get on with it.

  She got on with it, but she still added her commentary here and there about what she thought about Sam and me. I stopped at two beers, since I still had to drive us home. But I still had a great time playing pool with Ember. She can make anything fun, and that is why I love her.

  I felt his gaze on me throughout the night, I would look up when I was taking a shot and see him staring at me, I would look back down, take the shot, look up, and he would still be staring. We did this all night long, and he never tried to hide the fact that he was looking at me.

  At one point a cute little tart walked up to him, placing her hand on his chest. Her tits were on display, and she had a short blue jean skirt that barely covered her panties. If she even bent ove
r a little bit she would be showing everyone the goods. He turned and smiled at her and they struck up a conversation. I was fuming. How dare he do that in front of me when we both know there is something going on between us. I put the cue down with a snap.

  “I need a refill.” I said to Ember before walking off towards the bar.

  Sam watched me come, knowing I was pissed but doing nothing to remedy the situation.

  I came up on the side of Sam that the girl wasn’t hanging on and glared at her. She backed off a tad, but not completely. The bartender walked up to me and asked what I wanted.

  I spared him a glance but stared into Sam’s eyes and said “Screaming Orgasm.”

  I was satisfied to see his eyes widen at my order.

  “Is it just me, or do you think a girl’s skirt should be longer than her vagina?” I asked him before downing my drink and walking away.

  Sam’s bark of laughter followed me as I made my way back to the pool table.

  We played about four games until we decided to call it a night. Ember waved at Max as we were leaving through the front door, but Max stopped her and motioned her over.

  She headed into that direction muttering, “Be right back.”

  I sat there near the door and decided to go to the restroom instead of waiting there, this could take some time because it looked like a couple that their parents knew.

  I headed into the dark hall and was reaching for the door handle when I heard a deep male voice say, “Chicken.”

  I stopped dead in my tracks and turned to stare at Sam, “What did you say?”

  He was wearing his usual attire of blue jeans and black t-shirt. His hair was disheveled, falling into his eyes. He walked up to me and I stepped back until I was backed into a corner.

  He nuzzled my ear and said again, “Chicken.”

  I stared deep into his eyes, and seemed to snap. I took a look around, and then started unbuckling his jeans. He looked at me, seeming to dare me. I lowered his zipper then took his cock out of his pants and circled him with the palm of my hand. I ran my thumb over the head, swirling the drop of pre come that had leaked out. I ran my palm up and down the length of him twice, and then looked up into his eyes.

  He didn’t think I would do it, and I had surprised him. I smiled and dropped to my knees. I would really surprise him now. I leaned forward and took the head of his cock into my mouth and swirled my tongue a few times. Then I went to town, feasted on him like someone who hadn’t eaten in weeks. I took him to the back of my throat, again and again, making humming sounds like I had read to do in Cosmopolitan. I gently cupped his balls in the palm of my hand and squeezed lightly.

  A moan sounded above me, and then I felt his hands take a grip on my braid, and heard him say, “If you don’t want me coming in your mouth, you better pull back now.”

  I wanted it, so I stayed put, taking him down deep, so he was touching the back of my throat. I swallowed working my throat muscles against him and he erupted. He shot hot ropey spurts of come down my throat, and I groaned, vibrating my throat and his cock as well. He growled and pulled a little harder on my braid before releasing me, and placing his elbows on the wall behind me, hanging his head. He seemed to be stuck, so I gently put him back into his pants, zipped carefully so not to catch anything important in his zipper, buttoned his pants, and then stood up. His head was still hanging, so when I stood it made it to where our faces were even. I kissed the corner of his mouth, then ducked under his arms, and headed back to the front door. I looked over my shoulder and smiled when I saw him still in the same position.

  Ember was waiting at the door, looking around curiously. I grabbed her hand as we passed and walked to the parking lot. Once at the truck, I unlocked my door and leaned over to unlock Ember’s. We both slammed and locked our doors, knowing that it would be stupid to invite trouble. I hit the lights, started the truck and glanced one more time at the door to see Sam standing in the doorway just watching. I gave a small wave, and headed home.

  Parking in the drive, I headed to the front door and unlocked it. I let Ember and myself in and shut and locked the door. Ember shuffled to the couch and collapsed. She crashed on our couch instead of driving home a lot. There was even a blanket and pillow in the oak chest that served as out coffee table. Since this was normal for her; I let her do her thing as I walked to my bedroom.

  Closing the door softly behind me I stripped out of my clothes and underwear, and threw on my cotton panties and t-shirt that I found folded nicely in my dresser drawer. Thank you best friend!

  I heard scratching at my door so I opened it quietly to let Chewy in then closed it quietly behind him again. I walked to my bed as I heard Chewy collapse in the dirty pile of clothes on the floor that Ember didn't get a chance to pick up yet. Situating my pillows, I slid under the covers, placed the pillows exactly how I liked then, grabbed Mr. Bear and closed my eyes. The second my eyes closed I saw those freaking eyes again. God, what the hell is it with those eyes? The eyes come in at a close second as his favorite body parts. My first favorite is of course his smaller Sam that I felt thick and hard poking into my ass when he held my body to his in the bar parking lot. I drifted off thinking about him.

  “Where’d you go off to?” Max asked.

  “Bathroom. Ready to go?” I said to him, shrugging on my jacket, and dropping some money on the table to cover the tab.

  “Did I see Cheyenne coming from the same direction you just came from?” Max asked warily. “You know that she is James’ little sister right?” he said following in my wake.

  I stopped right outside the bar door and watched Cheyenne leave with her friend. She had definitely surprised me tonight, but it was a good surprise. Apparently she wasn’t as immune to me as she came off as being.

  ∞

  Later that night

  11:40 p.m.

  The ringing of my phone stopped me when I headed into the bathroom for a shower. I turned around and picked it up from the nightstand.

  “Hello?” I answered.

  “T-this i-is C-Corrine Calloway. I-I n-need some h-help.” A watery voice said to me.

  Fuck. I listened while the girl went on about an abusive husband, and that she was just beaten so bad that the paramedics refused to let her stay with her husband. They had taken her to a hospital, and one of the bruises there had a name of a man who would help her if she wanted to get out. That was where I came into the picture. She was about four hours away, and needed help before her husband made bail.

  Since I hadn’t fully undressed, I decided to go ahead and take care of her myself. It was going to be a long rest of the week.

  Chapter 5

  My alarm buzzed at 6:45 in the morning waking me up. It had been a week and three days since I had last seen Sam. Each time I did a part run I would hope that it was an order for Free. But no such luck. I would think about him constantly throughout my day. What he was doing. How he smelled. What his tattoos meant. Then I would berate myself. Why on earth was he so important? He didn't even do anything special. He was just an acquaintance, nothing more. I wasn’t even sure if he’d been serious when he told me to call, if he had wanted me so bad, why didn’t he just call me, or make the first move? I mean what more did it take to show him I was interested? I gave him a blow job for Christ’s sake!

  Breaking away from thoughts that would get me no where I went to the bathroom and did my business. This consisted of peeing, brushing my teeth, combing my hair, and pulling my hair up into a high pony tail.

  Then, I headed to my dresser and grabbed the only pair of jeans that were left in the dresser. Apparently I needed to add doing laundry to my list of things to accomplish tonight when I got home. I lay down on the bed and shimmied and shook into a pair of silver jeans that were so tight I could barely breathe let alone bend over. Damn I needed to workout. Mentally I scratched that to my list today too. I pulled on my Nappa t-shirt and added a rhinestone belt and my tennis shoes and walked out of my bedroom to the kitchen.

&n
bsp; Today was no different from any other day. Mom had Janie up and eating scrambled eggs in her high chair.

  As soon as she saw me appear she gave me her itinerary for the next month.

  "I start the new contract with the medical center in Lexington, Kentucky tomorrow. I am hopping a red eye tonight, and should be there in time to do the orientation by eight a.m. This contract is only for a month, because the nurses are on strike. They think a deal will be struck possibly sooner than that, but want to cover their bases, so they signed 12 nurses to 1 month contracts. "

  I glanced at her as I got my chocolate pop-tart out of the pantry saying, "Sounds good. I’ll have the home fort covered. Don't worry about Janie and me. We will have loads of fun. Won't we Janie?

  "Juice, juice, juice, peeze." She squealed.

  Ahhhhh, to have the attention of a two year old. I grabbed her cup from under the table and filled it up with some V8 Splash from the refrigerator and handed it to her. She took the cup greedily and downed its contents in 4 seconds. Jesus.

  She was just like James. If he had a glass in front of him that was full, it wouldn't be for long, and now he has taught those bad habits to Janie. I could sip on a drink for hours; it was amazing how different we were.

  I ate my pop tart and watched Janie eat while mom went to her room to pack.

  I thought about what I had to do today and was instantly tired. I had to be at school by 9. Classes let out at 1:30 and work started at two. Then I would work until 5:45 and go pick Janie up from daycare by six. Somehow I wanted to fit a workout in and doing the laundry. Also, if I was being truthful I really needed to find some time to clean up some around the house as well. Yes, today would be a full day. I was not looking forward to it.

  When I got out to my truck I had that creepy feeling you get when you feel like someone is watching you. All of the hairs on the back of my neck were on end and I started looking around to see if I saw anyone. Yes, I knew this is what all the dumb girls in the scary movies did instead of the smart thing, which would be to get in the truck and lock it and drive away. But of course I didn't do that, and just looked around like the dork I was. Not seeing anyone,